Anything Goes

[eater]

thank you for sharing this hot story

[DarrenZ]

Chapter 12

I found myself sitting at the bar in the hotel lobby with not much of a recollection as to how I got here. Suzy walked up to take my order.

“What will you have?”

I could see around the corner of the bar that the other bartender who was on tonight was serving folks on the other side. It was still pretty busy, it being late on a Friday night.

“Ummm, just a beer I guess. A Kona.”

“You sure you don’t want something a little stronger?” she asked.

I raised an eyebrow towards her.

“Dude, we all saw your wife with him. I’ve tended bar for quite some time. I know what is going on.”

There it was. The first time I had been openly acknowledged to be a cuckold.

“Oh. Right. Yeah. A whiskey neat then.”

She began working to pour my drink but she never really took her eyes off of me.

“Are you going to be ok?” she said as empathetically as she could.

“Uh, what?”

“You look a little lost. This your first time?”

“Sort of. Started last night.”

“Is it ok if I ask? You can tell me to leave you alone or to talk about something else.”

“No, it’s ok. It’s weirdly nice to talk about it with someone.”

“How did it happen? Was it something you both wanted?” she went on. I could tell she was really interested.

“Yeah, I guess. She, umm, found out I liked reading stories about…”

“Wife sharing?” Suzy interjected.

“Yeah,” I replied, thankful she went with a more milder terminology, “Any way, she read what I had read and over time got interested herself. This is the first time we’ve done anything. She told me she would try to thank me for bringing her on this trip.”

“Well that’s nice, I guess. So she’s doing it for you?”

“Sort of. She’s got her own… thing.”

“Black guys?” she picked right up on it.

“Yeah," I replied, happy to leave it at that. Truth was she desired more than just being with a black guy. The implications of her admitted desire weighed heavily in my thoughts at the moment.

Suzy picked up on my distraction.

"I mean, I kinda get it. Your wife is hot."

Well, this was a new direction in the conversation I wasn't expecting.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I'm not full on lesbian, but I've been with a few women. To be honest, I could tell she was trolling last night and had he not come over to her, I had considered asking if she wanted to, you know, go with me after I finished my shift."

My imagination ran wild thinking about Hannah with this hot Island babe. I honestly thought my dick was wrung out after what happened in the suite upstairs, but suddenly, it felt new life.

"Wow. Ok."

"Oh shit, I hope I didn't fuck up by telling you that," she said, obviously concerned.

"Oh no, not at all. I get it. She's desirable. I knew she got looks from all sorts of men and women alike. It's, umm, hot that you thought about her. It's ok, I swear."

Relief washed over her. Not sure if she was embarrassed or concerned for her job or what.

"So, I gotta ask- do you both swing, or…"

The question made sense in context, but I was still a little surprised she was asking it. Was she suggesting she'd have interest if it was both ways?

"No. I mean, we've not discussed. The stories were focused on the wife…"

"Ah. Oh, right, gotcha," she said, seeming to understand more, "Does, does it turn you on to see her with him?"

"Yes."

"Is he… big?"

"Yes," I said, swallowing hard after a sip of my drink.

"Like, really big?"

I found myself more than a little uncomfortable with the question. For a minute I had thought she was possibly interested in me, so spelling out that he was bigger than me was potentially self-defeating, I guess I was getting a lot ahead of myself, but still.

"Yeah," was all I could bring myself to say.

She leaned in conspiratorially, "And you like that he's bigger than you?"

I blushed hard but at the same time my dick actually throbbed.

"Yes. It's good."

She nodded and gave me a sexy smile.

"I think that's really hot. Your wife is a very lucky woman," she told me with a caress of her hand on the back of mine.

"You want another one?" she asked, backing away to put a more respectable distance between server and patron.

Looking down I noticed I'd downed the first drink completely. I knew that being a light weight I was going to get sloshed if I had anymore. Yet I found myself not wanting to have any excuse to leave at the moment.

"Ummm, just that beer I wanted," I replied.

"Sure thing, Kona Golden Wave?"

"Perfect."

"It's John, right?" she confirmed.

"Yeah. Thanks, Suzy."

She smiled and pushed her hair behind her right ear as she entered the order into her POS screen.

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I ended up staying up way too late, nursing that beer and talking about other things with Suzy. She let her co-worker cover most of the bar himself, using the excuse that he didn't get as many hours as her so he needed to make as many tips as he could. She got super jazzed when we talked about my composing work. She claimed to be a big music fan even though she didn't have musical abilities herself.

In many ways, the time with her was a pleasant distraction from thinking about Hannah with Terence. Of course this was all my fantasies come true, but the reality was a little harder than I expected. Despite my initial discomfort the first night, I was really kind of annoyed I was excluded last night. Maybe I should have argued against that dismissal. But, oddly, I trusted Terence. I think it was about unleashing Hannah and giving her an experience without having to worry or be distracted by me. All that said, I was going to insist to be present for their final night together.

I woke up pretty late. It was around 10. Hannah had still not returned. Shortly afterwards, as I was pulling myself together to get some food, the room phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi honey," Hannah replied sheepishly.

"Hi," my response sounded colder than I meant it, so I quickly recovered, "Everything ok?"

"Oh yeah. Terence was wondering if you wanted us to have brunch together or if you'd rather it just be us two."

This was such a tough question. Of course I wanted it just to be the two of us and I wanted her to know I wanted it to just be the two of us. However, my dick moved when I thought of the three of us eating together and seeing them together in a public setting. Suzy knew what was going on and she probably wasn't alone in that.

"I'd like it to be just the two of us, but I'm also really ok for it to be the three of us," I said, hedging my bet.

I heard her cover the phone with her hand as she said something to Terence. The act of excluding me form their conversation was suddenly hard on me, but also, as I was quickly discovering, a turn on all the same. The more she did anything that left me out, the hurt came entwined with the increase in desire.

"OK then, Terence says that means you really want it to be the three of us so we'll see you in like twenty minutes?" she came back to say.

"Wait, I mean, yes he's not entirely wrong. It does turn me on. But you are my world. Whatever you want is good."

I could actually hear her smile when she said, "I know, babe. I get it. And the idea of eating with you and him together is turning me on again. It's what I want as well."

"What's that?" she added, obviously in response to something Terence said in the room.

Again, the phone receiver was muffled.

"Oh, ok. Babe, he said better make that thirty minutes," she came back on and I could hear the lust in her voice.

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I beat them down to the restaurant and got a table for three. I sat wearing a linen button down with a Hawaiian pattern that we bought specific for the trip and a pair of navy shorts. I ordered coffee for the table, assuming they'd want some as well.

They came in about ten minutes later, meaning several minutes past when they said they would. Hannah was wearing a sundress that she had obviously gotten from our room (or had she put it up there while I was talking to him last night?). It was light yellow and very thin. She was wearing a slip underneath or else whatever she was wearing under it, or not wearing under it, would be pretty obvious. He was in a similar outfit to mine. His shirt had stitched patterns instead of print ones like mine and he obviously filled out his much more than I did mine.

They had obviously both showered but it was obvious to me that Hannah had just been fucked again. I couldn't help but notice that he had his hand on the small of her back as they walked across the restaurant to get to the table. That subtle intimacy and implication of control dropped my stomach a bit. While it was later for most guests, the restaurant was still reasonably full. They looked like the couple, not us.

As they arrived at the table, I stood up and, with a nod of approval from Terence, Hannah came over to me. She kissed me on the cheek, not the lips, which made my face flush.

She whispered into my ear as she embraced me like an old friend, "He wanted me to tell you that his cum is dripping out of my pussy. We showered but he put a fresh load inside before we got out."

I had to sit down quickly or else the whole restaurant would have seen my navy shorts tenting obscenely. Hannah sat next to Terence on the opposite side of the table that had two seats on either side, glancing down towards my crotch with a smirk.

After we all ordered our meal (I got an interesting dish of crepes with fruit and Kalua pork; Hannah got a pineapple-walnut salad and a croissant; he ordered off menu two grilled chicken breasts and sweet potato) and there was a bit of tension in the air.

Hannah broke the tension by telling me that she was hoping that we could go to a beach nearby called Paia Beach. I hadn't heard of it.

"It's… clothing optional, babe," she explained.

"Oh?" I smiled. This was definitely a new side of my wife. I couldn't imagine the woman of just a few days ago suggesting such a thing.

She smiled back. Then she said casually, "And since it is our last day here, would you mind if Terence joined us?"

And there it was. My sexy sweet wife had just suggested that all three of us attend a nude beach together. I would be standing naked next to Terence for all to compare, in front of my naked wife. Terence looked at me. It wasn't a hard stare, but I definitely felt like he was silently daring me to agree to the request.

"Oh, yeah. Sure. The more the merrier," I said, probably pretty unconvincingly.

Hannah replied without skipping to much of a beat, "I thought you and I could go to our room and catch up for a bit during the peak of the sun and then for us all to go in our jeep around 2pm. That work?"

I nodded as I sipped my coffee. Our food arrived and I was thankful for the distraction. My plate looked delicious.

The rest of the meal was largely small talk. There was at least a couple of times when I noticed Terence caressing Hannah's arm and there was a point where his hand was resting down on her leg. The glass top table afforded me a view as he stroked her bare thigh and the waiter didn't miss it either. He had been the same one who served us the day before, so I'm sure seeing her cozied up to Terence with his hand on her thigh was probably quite shocking. He nearly spilled our plates as he was clearing them off the table.

"Shall I get your check, err, mister and missus Steward?" he asked a bit uncertain.

"No, this is on me," Terence answered, giving the waiter his card without seeing the bill.

After the waiter left to processes his payment, Terence turned to me, "Before I leave you two, is there anything you want to ask me John?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just thought you might want to ask me any questions about last night you might have?"

I wasn't sure what he was getting at here. Was he looking to add to my humiliation or just be open about what happened between them?

"I'm not sure what I would ask."

"Well I'm sure you will be asking Hannah about last night and I just wanted to give you the opportunity to ask me anything while I was with you. I promised I'd make sure that your gift to me was repaid in honesty. Do you want to know how many times I made her come?"

My mouth was suddenly like a desert, "Yeah, sure."

Terence looked at Hannah, "It was what, five times?"

"Six," Hannah replied.

Terence nodded, obviously pleased with himself, "Nice, yeah, so I made your wife come six times. How about, mmm, would you like to know some of the things she said to me?"

Hannah blushed, but it appeared to be more about arousal than embarrassment. To that point, Terence stopped talking when the waiter brought back the check for him to sign. He looked at me for a reply after the guy had left the table again. I nodded.

"She told me that I was her best lover ever. After our second time, which was a much slower, more intimate lovemaking than you witnessed, she shed a tear. I admit, it moved me as well. You have such a beautiful wife. You really have nervous of steel to allow her to be with me. I think I could easily fall for her. After a rest, I took her out and we fucked on my balcony. I'm pretty certain that the couple who are staying below me watched us."

"They did," Hannah piped in, blushing this time from embarrassment.

Terence chuckled at that, then continued, "See, I think Hannah liked the audience. Did you like having them watch you fuck a big black man who wasn't your husband?"

"Yes," Hannah said, arousal overtaking embarrassment in that admission.

"She told me on that balcony, in front of them obviously, that she 'loved having her pussy filled' with my 'black cock' and that I was 'so much better than her husband'."

Hannah was shyly looking at me to judge my reaction to what he was telling me. Meanwhile, I had hardly breathed as he was telling this all to me.

"There's more… I don't want to steal all her thunder. I'll leave you both with that and I look forward to seeing you all at two. Thanks again, John. I really appreciate what you are doing for all of us."

With that he got up, shook my hand and left us.

I watched him leave without saying a word and just looked over at Hannah.

She had a trepidatious smile and simply said, "Are you ready to go back to our room?"

"Ummm… I'm going to need a minute or two," was all I could say.

Her smile showed she knew why.

[Ky_Da]

I haven’t taken time to read much lately, but this one caught my attention today and I’m glad it did. Great story. I’m curious to see how far it goes.

[DarrenZ]

Thanks, Ky. Huge fan, so your praise carries a lot of weight. As I’ve said before, this storyline is more pre-planned than my others which are much more reactive to where I feel the story goes.

[gesdell]

I like how Terence is interacting with John, usually it is the wife doing most of the teasing with the husband. Subtle and not over the top, good stuff.

[DarrenZ]

Thanks. There is always a struggle (for me anyway) to balance realism, ideal scenarios we might want, and some conflict to make it all work and be interesting. Because I damned myself to come up with three storylines (and I've actually started on two more ), it's even harder to differentiate and make sure they are different experiences.

I owe a TON to writers on here like Xleg, Ky, and Simple Engima, not to mention Amazon folks like KT Morrison and Kenny Wright, for inspiration. I love where they take their stories and I never want to outright steal from them, but their works inspire me to do what I might have wanted or what I think may be a (perhaps only slightly) different take.

[subtoall]

I like how Terence is interacting with John, usually it is the wife doing most of the teasing with the husband. Subtle and not over the top, good stuff.

I agree. While the essence of what makes these stories so great is all about what the primary relationship undergoes, it's nice to see a more fleshed out character as the 3rd, boyfriend, or bull. With lesser writers, too often they are just objectified studs.

[Frenchie]

Thanks. There is always a struggle (for me anyway) to balance realism, ideal scenarios we might want, and some conflict to make it all work and be interesting. Because I damned myself to come up with three storylines (and I've actually started on two more ), it's even harder to differentiate and make sure they are different experiences.

I owe a TON to writers on here like Xleg, Ky, and Simple Engima, not to mention Amazon folks like KT Morrison and Kenny Wright, for inspiration. I love where they take their stories and I never want to outright steal from them, but their works inspire me to do what I might have wanted or what I think may be a (perhaps only slightly) different take.

You sure are in the same league.

Love this one too.

[OOAA]

Thanks, Ky. Huge fan, so your praise carries a lot of weight. As I’ve said before, this storyline is more pre-planned than my others which are much more reactive to where I feel the story goes.

WOWWW Two masters sharing compliments

[OOAA]

AMAZING chapter DarrenZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The talking is sooooooooo pretty owesome!!! I love it!!!

I thought John was going to ask Terence permision to have sex with his wife...

[DarrenZ]

Chapter 13

We kissed before the door had even closed to our room.

"I love you so much, Hannah," I said in between kisses.

"Oh babe, I love you too. Oh my god, I can't even describe what a night I had."

I began undressing my wife frantically while she undressed me.

I looked at her naked body. It looked like it did before the night she shared it with her black lover. She was still my Hannah, but she was clearly no longer just my Hannah.

"Do your best, please!"

I was already erect again, thinking about the things Terence told me.

"Well, he told you the biggest highlights. You saw the first time, he told you about the second, and he told you about the third time on the balcony. After that we went to sleep, both exhausted. We slept in, had sex one more time. I rode him cowgirl in bed. Then we showered together just before coming down here. It felt amazing having his hands all over my soaped up body, making me clean. He dominates me in a way you or no one else ever has," she told me as she was slowly caressing my dick with her hands.

"Oh my god, honey, holding you, even fully erect… It's so different then holding him."

I nodded. I loved her talking about us in comparison.

"You love his cock, don't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer but wanting her to say it any way.

She looked at me square in the eyes, "I do, John. I love his big black cock. I'm addicted to it."

"Go on with your story… you were in the shower."

"Yes, and after he scrubbed me clean and rinsed me off, he went down on me in the shower. You'll be pleased to know that while he's good with his tongue, you're better. I guess you've had to brush up your skill in that department more, huh?" she said teasing me.

"Uhhhh," I moaned at the backhanded compliment.

"But… oh god, this is embarrassing to say."

"What? Tell me," I pleaded.

"He licked my asshole, John," she groaned to me, obviously getting turned on by remembering the event.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. And he… he made me come just from giving me that rim job."

"Jesus."

"Yeah, I was calling out to him at that point myself," she said with a laugh and a squeeze of my dick.

"Does he… does Terence want to fuck your ass? Did he fuck your ass?"

"Oh hell no. John I have never even had you in there. There's no damn way I'm ever taking him in my ass."

We both laughed at her comment.

"So then what?"

"He fucked me again in the shower. But he… he didn't allow me to rinse his stuff out. He told me it was where it belonged. Honey… did you say anything to Terence when you talked to him last night about my… you know, dark fantasy?"

"No. But he guessed it. He asked about potential pregnancy. I told him we weren't wanting it but if it happened, we’d deal with it, He pressed about it the possibility it was an idea that turned you on. I admitted it but wouldn't tell him why you feel that way."

"That makes sense. Honey, I think he is turned on by the idea of impregnating me. Either that or he just wants to heighten the experience for me if he knows it turns me on."

"Does it turn you on? I mean, you told me just a few days ago about that fantasy and about Lucas in college. Now you are having an affair with a black man. Is there… is there a part of you that wants to be impregnated by him."

"Ugh… Yes. Sure there's a part of me that gets wet just thinking about the possibility. But I would never do it. Way too many complications. Way, way too many," she sighed.

"So it's just an idea that turns you on? I mean, you're making my fantasy a reality. My god, is it a reality. So, you're not the least bit tempted?"

"Holy shit, John. You are literally throbbing in my hand. Do you want me to get knocked up by him?"

I couldn't answer the question. At this point all she was doing was holding my dick in her hand. No motion or anything. But it felt like I was going to explode.

"I don't know. Maybe? Oh god, is that so messed up?"

Hannah laughed casually, "Yes. You demented, perverted little man."

She was now moving her hand up and down on my dick. I knew it wasn't going to take long.

"Look at my pussy, babe. Do you see traces of his cum seeping out of me? Maybe not… He shot it so deep into me. But that's what you want, isn't it? You want to see your pretty white wife's belly grow big with a black baby, then? Is that what you want? You want undeniable proof that your wife was not only unfaithful to you, but that she allowed herself to be knocked up by her black lover?"

"Ooooooh," I moaned. She was edging me intentionally now. Taking me to the edge and then easing off.

"What would your friends think? What would your family think? Hell, what would MY family think?" she asked me, increasing in intensity.

"If I had his baby, I'd think about him every time I saw our child. Think about how he owned my body, my pussy. I'd be getting wet just looking at the offspring of our mating. That's so dirty, John. I can't believe such an idea would turn you on," she taunted me. She was twisting her fantasy on to me, but she wasn't wrong about the effect it was having on me.

Then she leaned in and whispered, "Don't tempt me, babe… It really wouldn't take much to push me over the edge. The part of me that is turned on by it could win out if you were on its side."

That was it, I came hard.

After calming down I was disappointed. I just realized she got me off with her hands. I was hoping for sex with her.

"I think I can get it back up in a little bit. I need to be inside you," I told her as I kissed her forehead.

She looked up at me with a sad smile.

"Oh, babe. I think you are forgetting. He owns my pussy through tonight, remember?"

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We ended up napping for a little bit, lying naked together.

When we woke we kissed sweetly.

"I love you, Hannah, I really do. I'm happy you've gotten to experience this and I am enjoying it too."

She looked up at me.

"Babe, there's something I need to tell you. One more thing about my time with Terence. I'm afraid it's going to come up when we're with him and… I want you to hear it from me."

I tensed up. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I got scared.

"When he was making love with me the second time… Slowly, sweetly… As he made me come, I…"

"Say it, Hannah. It's ok," I reassured her and probably myself.

"I told him I loved him."

I laid silently looking at her. I wasn't mad. I mean, it's something someone would say during sex.

"Ok."

"That's why I shed a tear. It was so beautiful, what he had done to me. It felt so good and I really had not experienced that much physical pleasure ever before."

It was almost funny how casually she now spoke about what a better lover he was. I mean, I knew going into this that so many of my fantasies around this kind of behavior centered around replacement. When you feel undeserving of your beautiful wife's love, there's almost a sense of things being more right in the world when she is better fulfilled by a superior lover. It still hurts. The hurt is part of the arousal. Emotional masochism, I guess. But now, her was my wife confessing that she told another man that she loved him.

"Hannah, did you… did you just say it that once, as you were coming?"

"No."

"Babe, do you love him?"

"God, I don't know. I could say that I love what he does to me, and that would be one hundred percent true. That could be all it is, just giving into the pleasure and appreciating what he's been giving me."

"But?" I asked, hearing an unspoken caveat.

"But… It might be more."

My heart tensed up. She saw me physically tense up.

"Oh, please understand I'm just being completely honest with you because you have given me this gift. It's funny, I thought doing this for you would be a gift to thank you for this trip, but in reality you allowing me to explore this side of myself has been the biggest gift."

She looked me square in the eyes and said emphatically, "I do not love you one smidgen less than I did before all this. In fact, I absolutely love you MORE than I did before this happened. Jesus, you are an amazing man to let me be with him. He says that too. 'What a strong dude to let someone be with a woman as hot as' me. It's so, so true. Is the sex with him stirring up feelings for him in me? Yes. Maybe it's just lust, or just cherishing what he's doing to me physically. Maybe a woman can't help but feel what we call love for someone who does that to her. Hell, maybe it's just a perpetuation of the species instinct to be drawn to a superior mate?"

Oh my god, I thought.

"So, you might truly love him or it might just be some instinctual feeling that feels like love… because he is a superior mate?"

"Yes," she replied meekly, realizing that either answer was pretty bad to be admitting to her husband.

"Do you wish tonight wasn't going to be your last with him? Are you going to be upset when it's over?"

She couldn't verbally answer me. She just nodded slowly with what looked to be tears forming in her eyes.

"Wow. I didn't think 'anything goes' would quite go this far, did you?"

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We got up to prepare for our trip to the beach around 1:30. We hadn't talked further about her revelation. I don't think either of us knew what more to say. There were smiles and kisses and rubbing each other's bodies. All sorts of reassuring gestures from both of us. But I never once suggested we don't continue with what we were doing. I could have said, "Hey, this is too much to risk. I don't want to lose even a part of you. Let's end this now." But I didn't do it. Some part of me was turned on by the fact that she was falling for him. I think the belief that if I did ask her to end it, she would. She might be sad about it, but I believed she would. That was my parachute. I could handle the freefall as long as I had confidence in that parachute.

She wore a more modern bikini. It was very small with slight strings and solid light teal. She put a wrap skirt with a mustard and white pattern where the white were pineapples. Over her top, she just wore a very light white cotton button down with long sleeves that she left unbuttoned, showing off her body and bikini top. She put on a big floppy hat and shades that made her look again like a starlet.

I wore simple board shorts and a Hawaiian short button up.

We grabbed our gear and headed to the lobby.

Once there, we found Terence awaiting our arrive. He broke into a big smile as he saw us.

"Ready to go?" he asked. His simple confidence was now suddenly a little unnerving.

We got to the jeep and he helped her in as I was putting the gear in the back. He came around to help me.

"She told you, didn't she?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," was all I could respond with.

"It's going to be ok. I promise. I respect your marriage and you. Does it thrill me a little, or frankly more than a little? Yes. But I will not take her from you. It's hotter for me that she still loves you as much as she does. Does that make sense?"

I was unsure but I nodded. He always had the answers that should reassure me, but suddenly the fact that he had those answers added more worry. I felt like I was being played. Yet I was like the arsonist who was potentially setting his own house on fire. I was too excited to not enjoy the warmth of the fire.

He patted me on the back and went to get into the passenger seat.

I got into the driver's seat and started up the Jeep. He pointed out where it was on his phone and we set off.

We arrived fairly quickly and piled out of the Jeep. Terence lifted her out like she weighed nothing. She still had her shades and hat on (which she had to keep her hand on the whole way so that it wouldn't fly off her head in the back of the open Jeep), so I couldn't see her full expression, but she was smiling a big smile. We gathered the gear, Terence helping so that Hannah didn't need to carry anything herself. She was like a celebrity with her two assistants in tow schlepping her things.

The beach was lightly attended. Either some were intimidated by the clothing optional nature of the beach or we had arrived soon enough after he harsh midday that it hadn't repopulated yet from a break. I was hoping we would set up in a more secluded part of the beach, but Terence led us closer to a few other folks.

Close by were a younger couple, maybe on their honeymoon. They were both naked and I glanced at them briefly. She had brown hair up in a bun and a cute face from what I could tell as she was also wearing shades. She had more of an hourglass shape than Hannah; wider hips and bigger breasts with wide areolas. She had no pubic hair at all to hide her full, bare lips. He had a slight belly, but otherwise good shape. He was quite hairy and had an average dick.

On the other side were an Asian couple. They both had pale skin obviously covered in sunscreen. Her pussy protected by a full dark bush. Her boobs were very small with dark nipples but suited her very slim body. He had little body hair except for an equally full patch of pubic hair that practically hid his penis from sight.

Both sets of neighbors seemed very intrigued by the three of us and I caught some whispers between the couples.

After we had gotten our beach gear set up, we began to disrobe. Terence undressed with flare, showing off his chiseled physique by quickly dispensing with his shirt. His shorts followed and his long cock flopped into view. The others were less than subtle about viewing his member.

I was close behind and took my shirt and shorts up in short work. My dick was turgid but not fully erect, so it gave me the appearance of being a little bigger than I would have looked fully limp. I still looked small in comparison to Terence's large tool.

Hannah slowly began removing her own clothes. There was a seductive nature to how she did it; it wasn't quite a strip tease, but she certainly found ways to draw it out without being too obvious. When her top was fully off, I lost my breath for a moment. The wife I've known for over a decade wouldn't have gone nude in public before. This was very exciting to me because not only was she letting go in front of strangers, she was doing in front of a person who she had already made love to multiple times. To the strangers, her body was new and enticing; to Terence, he had already done to her what others might wish to when seeing her gorgeous naked body. And it was that thought in my head that she pulled off her bikini bottoms and was fully nude before us.

Again, just taking my previously what I would have thought of as 'conservative' wife naked on a beach in public was mind blowing enough. Then she pulled out the sunscreen. She had put sunscreen on me in our room and when I went to do her she told me not to with a smirk. I got what she wanted now. She wanted one of us to apply sunscreen to her while others watched. So the question was obviously who should do it? If I did it, would it establish me as her husband, perhaps making anything she did with Terence more salacious? Or should Terence do it, showing his domination of her from the start?

Hannah made her choice- she handed the bottle to Terence with a coy, "Would you mind rubbing this on my body, dear?"

"Not at all," he replied with a grin.

They absolutely had an audience. Our neighbors dropped all subtlety and were openly watching the show they were putting on.

She laid face down and Terence began a sensual application of the lotion across her back, neck, legs, and, finally, her ass. She relished his touch, massaging as she was applying the coverage. He finished my doing the backs of her arms and scooping to apply lotion to the sides of her breasts. I heard her give a slight whimper as a hand slipped beneath her to graze a nipple. He repeated this on the other side, having to reach across her body which caused his dangling cock to brush across her lower back. The combination of his brush of her nipple and his cock touching her skin caused her to shudder slightly.

He finished his work on her backside with a lotioned hand rubbing down through her ass cheeks to cover her pussy from behind. A moan that was much louder than appropriate emanated from her mouth. How he wasn't hard was either a testament to his willpower or proof that they had fucked a lot the night before. I had already shifted my own front down to hide my erection.

It was time for her to flip over so that he could apply lotion to her front. She turned over, exposing her private parts again for all to see and especially her new lover, a black man who was not her husband. She took her shades off allowing just her hat to shield her eyes from the sun. She wanted him, and me, to see the look in her eyes as he moved his hands across her exposed body.

His hands rubbed lotion onto her shoulders and down her arms. She looked up at him, smile on her face. She loved having him give her attention. In so many ways, seeing them intimately like this was tougher than when he was just nailing her. After what she admitted to me this morning about having told him that she loved him this was scary stuff.

He skipped her torso and went for her legs, getting good coverage rubbed into the skin of my wife’s slender legs.

It’s seemed both of the men in the neighboring couples were now turned over to hide erections and neither of the women seem perturbed by their men’s reaction. They were both just as enraptured by the show.

As he began to apply lotion to her mid section, Hannah reached over and slipped her hand between me and the towel I was on to fondle my own hard dick.

Terence pushed excess lotion up her body and caressed her breasts, paying special attention to each nipple. His ministrations had her nipples poking up hard as diamonds. It felt like everyone nearby, including an older couple who were walking across the beach before us, held their breath as Terence moved in for the finale. He put a smidgin of lotion in his right hand and applied it directly to my wife’s sex.

What appeared to begin as a legitimate attempt to cover her pubic area with good lotion coverage soon became much more obvious an erotic act. His finger dipped into her hole and came back out with a run across her obviously engorged clit. She barely suppressed a moan.

Terence knew he had to end the lotioning or else it would have unequivocally been defined as a sexual act. Hannah looked at him with heavily lidded eyes.

“Can I help you with any of your own sunscreen needs?”

“Sure. I got myself covered back at the hotel, but some back coverage would be helpful.”

She leaned up to rub sunscreen into his defined back.

“Anywhere else sir? Are you sure your… appendage is adequately covered?” she asked while lustfully taking in his cock after he turned around on his knees before her.

“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to extra coverage, just to be sure,” he replied in a confident way.

She put lotion in her right hand when Terence spoke up.

“You know, you could probably kill two birds with one stone and apply sunscreen to both my and John’s… appendages at the same time,” he said using her own verbiage.

Obviously that idea greatly appealed to Hannah.

I knees up as he was on her opposite side, thankful my erection had largely softened. After she made sure to have ample lotion in each hand, she took our dicks in each hand and did her best to run the lotion on us. The comparison of my smaller cock in her left hand as she struggled to cover his much thicker cock with her right was enough to get the blood flowing back into my own. She giggled and after feeling like she had done a sufficient job on mine, she moved her left hand to help her to make certain she had fully covered his. That action of needing both hands and abandoning mine to concentrate on his was mind blowing.

I absolutely did not want her to fall in love with him, but I wanted her to want his cock more than mine. It was probably the hottest thing I had ever experienced, especially as it was openly done in public view. If they had proceed to fuck right there on the sand before all, I would have died and gone to heaven.

But, alas, that didn’t happen. The rest of the afternoon was much tamer. We laid out for some time and our neighbors went back to sunbathing themselves, with obvious private discussions over what they had seen.

Later, there was some frolicking in the water, largely done between just the two of them. We did take a walk just the two of us hand and hand for a bit while he napped. Not a lot was said, we were just enjoying each other and our love. This act also, I'm sure, further confused the actual couple to any onlookers.

Towards the end, she did get bold enough to ask our white neighbors to take a picture of the three of us standing together with her in the middle on her phone. While my left hand was at her left shoulder, his right hand rested suggestively low on her hip. She sent both Terence and I a copy of the photo, with Terence's solemn promise to not share it out. Another visual proof of our comparison.

Eventually it was time to head back to the hotel. We got dressed and gathered our things pretty efficiently and were on our way with friendly waves to those closest to us who were still around.

In the car ride, it was inevitable that this evening's plans would need to be set.

"So, John, Hannah and I spoke this morning and while having her all to my own last night was hot, it's really not fair to you to continue to exclude you. So tonight we'd like you present for it all. I did make one request of Hannah which she has agreed to."

"And that is?" I asked, curious to what this might be.

"Would you indulge me and allow that to remain… unrevealed until later?" Terence asked with a grin and a glance to the backseat at my wife.

I nodded consent, weary but intrigued nonetheless. For all my angst, Terence seemed like he was going pretty far to both assuage me of concerns and push my buttons in a good way. A quick thought crossed my mind that we couldn't have asked for a more accommodating partner in our exploration and that I worried whether we'd ever find someone else who would fit us so well. I suddenly recoiled from my own thoughts- I was actively planning to continue this lifestyle after the vacation. That's not anything Hannah and I had discussed thus far. I know she was enjoying it and I was certainly getting off on her fulfilling my fantasies so completely, but we had talked about it as being confined to this trip. I wonder if she had given any thought to wanting to continue?

When we got back to the hotel we piled into the elevator together and she proceeded to give him a deep kiss until we hit our floor. We said our goodbyes and looked forward to meeting up in his room at five o'clock. We had a set final date with our bull.

[OOAA]

Chapter 13

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UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

One of the hotest chapter I have read here in OHW!!!!

EXCELLENT talking, AMAZING feeling play and SUPER EXCITING way of managing the scenes!!!

I love it!!! THANKS!!!

[mundyman]

Well done!
A scorching, sizzling hot chapter.
Again, like all the great writers here,
A chapter does not need to be wall to wall uninhibited, wild sex to be highly erotic.
The reconnecting between the two, their actions at the beach, the conversations were very sexy and erotic at a high level.
I can’t wIt to see what the surprise is.
Thank you for sharing your time and talents.

[DarrenZ]

Chapter 14

We spent the time together in our room reconnecting. It started with a shared shower, where we cleaned the sand from the beach off of each other. We kissed. Tasting the lips of my sweet wife was rejuvenating.

But then, I went to touch her pussy, which I had avoided during our rinsing, and she ever slightly backed away. I looked at her face and she was biting her bottom lip. It was an intentional move. Her eyes told me that she had some inner turmoil she didn't want to verbalize.

"You don't want me to even touch your pussy, do you?"

She briefly shook her head. She had made a decision but was nervous about telling me.

"It's your last night with him and you want your pussy to be just his for the rest of it."

"Yes," she said weakly, happy I understood without her having to spell it out for me. "That's ok, right?"

I felt my face get flush. Not out of anger, but arousal. This whole adventure started because she discovered my fetishizing of cuckolding. She had her own desires and some grew out of wanting to give me what I sought. But she was fully into it all now as well.

"Yes," I replied.

"Does it turn you on that I just want him and not you? That's what you wanted, right?"

My erection told her my answer before my words did. "Yes. Yes, it is."

"Terry said it would turn you on."

I hadn't heard her refer to him by this shortened version of his name. It displayed a new level of intimacy between them and reminded me of the time I spent away from them. They had done more than just have sex. They had even talked about me and my turn-ons.

"Terry?"

"Yeah. But… don't call him by that, ok? He doesn't like to be called that by anyone else, but he… likes it from me."

I nodded. As I was reflecting on our discussion, I saw sadness in her eyes.

"You're sad this is your last night with him. You wish you could continue, don't you."

Again, she bit her bottom lip and nodded.

"Would you want to see him again after we get home?" I asked her.

She looked at me with a glimmer of hope. "Do you think that is wise?"

I got her meaning on multiple levels. Taking our new adventure from excusable "vacation rules" to potentially making it a lifestyle for us would be a massive step, even more than the one we took to test the waters during this vacation. What would that mean for us trying to start a family? How would that affect our careers, our friends, and our family?

I shrugged in response. "I honestly don't know. There's a part of me that recognizes we've opened a door that won't be so easy to close. And there's a part of me that doesn't really want that door to close. But I also recognize that you've fallen pretty hard for him in a very short amount of time. I can't imagine what more time with him will do for your feelings for him. It scares me and excites me in equal parts."

She nodded, silently reflecting on what I'd said.

I thought about what Terence said earlier, about a surprise. "Hannah, do you know what his surprise is?"

Again, she bit her bottom lip. Her tell. "Yeah. I can prep you for it, but I can't tell you."

I smiled. It was cute seeing her so conflicted.

"There's a rented suit in the closet for you to put on. I had it brought up when we were out at the beach. We're going to have an interesting night out before, well before Terry takes over my body for the rest of the night."

My eyebrow went up. A suit seemed overkill for a night in Hawaii, so I was intrigued.

"I also have a new dress. Well, more than a dress, an outfit. Terry bought it for me yesterday and gave it to me last night. You get to help me put it on to prepare me for our date. My date with Terry. Don't worry- you will be present for all of it. Terry and I both want that. And babe, tonight is going to push a lot of your cuckold buttons. I hope you are prepared and you can enjoy it for what it is."

As with all of this, I felt filled with a little dread and a lot of thrill at her teases.

The outfit was a bit of what you'd expect. A new lingerie set- matching strapless bra and panties in black lace, very see-through, and a matching garter belt with black hose. They were obviously very expensive and I'm sure only a small handful of stores on the island would even have them in inventory. The dress was hot. The best I can describe it was a real-world version of what Jessica Rabbit wore in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit". Strapless, red, sequined with slits on either side that went all the way up to her waist, meaning that her garter belt and hose tops would be seen constantly.

When she had it all on along with her makeup and hair done up, my heart about exploded. While her typical retro look made her look like a classy 50's/60's starlet, in this dress she looked like a bombshell pinup that G.I.'s would paint on planes and beat off to in their cots at night. She went from Grace Kelly to Marilyn Monroe.

It wasn't lost on me that she put her panties on over her garter belt.

"So, I guess you like? Not too over the top?" she asked.

"You look amazing. I hardly recognize you."

"That's kind of the idea. I am not your wife tonight. I'm Terry's date."

I swallowed hard at hearing that.

I looked good in the suit she got me. It looked like I had money, for sure. I was very intrigued about where we would be going in these getups.

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We arrived at Terence's suite a few minutes early. I could tell Hannah was nervous. Just before I was about to knock on the door to his suite she stopped me.

"I want you to remember that I love you and I always will. This is all for you. Well, mostly for you," she told me with a glimmer in her eye.

She surprised me by pulling a keycard out of her clutch and using it on the door. At some point, Terence had given her a key to his room.

"Hello, Terry?" she announced our arrival.

"Welcome, Hannah and John. Come on in. Our other guests are already here," Terence announced.

Inside the suite as we walked through the foyer and into the main seating area my breath was taken away as I saw the guests he mentioned. On the couch, sitting next to one another was an elderly white man, likely in his 70s, and Suzy, the hotel bartender.

The elderly man had a suit not dissimilar in quality to the one I was wearing. Suzy was in a black sequined dress that attached behind the neck leaving her back exposed and had a big plunging section in the front that showed off her ample bosom. Her arms and back were exposed as they were also showing off tattoos that I had only seen hinted at in the more formal long-sleeved uniform she wore as a bartender.

Terence stepped forward which made me finally take my attention off the very unexpected pair on the couch before us.

Terence looked like a million bucks. Wearing a suit that looked like it cost a fortune, he could easily be mistaken for a celebrity athlete. While I don't recall if we had ever discussed it, I wouldn't have been surprised at all to learn he had played some ball while in college.

Hannah's face lit up when she also turned her attention to him from our guests. I got the impression she was also a bit surprised at least one of their presence.

"Hannah, John, allow me to introduce our fellow collaborators in tonight's events. First, and I believe you have met him before briefly Hannah, this is Saul Greenberg. Saul is my boss and longtime mentor. Part of this evening's events will be a celebration of his upcoming retirement."

"Long overdue," Saul laughed.

Terence smiled. "Saul took me under his wing when I started with my previous firm and I followed him to the one we currently work for. It's due to his guidance that I have been as successful as I am."

"Oh, Terence. You know you earned it all yourself. I just… taught you the ropes and cleared a couple of hurdles that shouldn't have been in your way, to begin with. You have brought me far more value in your success than I could have ever given to you."

Terence beamed with pride at the words from his mentor. Their relationship was obviously a close one. All of this didn't quite explain his presence for what I thought was just a date to wind up my wife for this evening's bedroom adventures.

"And then, last but certainly not least, Suzy Kameāloha. I believe you both know her from our hotel bar, John especially."

That last bit hung in the air and I suddenly worried that Hannah would read more into it than there was. Again, I was struck by the question as to why Suzy was here. Sitting next to Saul as she was, could she possibly be here as his date?

"I can see by the look on John's face that he has many questions. I can answer some of them. First, an explanation of our plans for this evening. I told you that I was here for a business conference and tonight is our company's annual awards banquet. We'll be going to the ballroom for that banquet together. If you haven't guessed already, Hannah will be accompanying me as my date. As far as anyone knows, Hannah either came with me to attend this event or I picked her up here at the resort. No one will really care about the reason she's here though, just how good she'll look on my arm."

Hannah blushed and had already moved over next to him during his explanation and the gulf between us suddenly felt very wide.

"Now, I think it goes without saying that both Saul and Suzy are aware of our… relationship. Saul is my friend who has been more than aware of my… extra-curricular activities. And Suzy, who not only witnessed me picking Hannah up in the bar but apparently spoke at length about it with John last night. It would be hard to explain why John would attend our company banquet, but Saul and I have gotten him an invite as a potential client of mine that I met here at the resort. Suzy will be joining us to pose as John's date, to deflect any suspicions that he and Hannah our a couple. Make sense?"

It did. While seemingly convoluted on the surface, the brilliant simplicity of how it would appear to others was amazing. Terence had concocted a way for me to witness him showing Hannah off as his trophy date while deflecting any suspicions of what was really going on. Saul being involved would be the glue as no one would question an elderly executive's motives at a company gathering.

Terence continued after seeing acceptance from both Hannah and me. "There is one thing I mentioned earlier, the surprise we discussed earlier that Hannah had agreed to. Saul and I, knowing each other for years, have often spoken about women. Our love for beautiful ones, the two ladies in this room would qualify, and one specific recurring thought. We both have often looked at beautiful women we have come across and, as most men likely do, have contemplated what those women look like without the clothes they are wearing when we meet them or, in some cases, just see them. Now, in most cases, you can't just ask a woman you meet to take their clothes off so your curiosity can be sated. But after I described to Saul what a stunning beauty I met and had the privilege to be with, he instantly recognized having met lovely Hannah. I asked Hannah if she would be willing to allow me to show her body to my mentor this evening and she graciously agreed. I hope that is ok with you, John, but I think you know that tonight you don't really get a say."

I blushed as Terence's comment firmly established, if it was not already known by both of his guests, my submissive role in this relationship. I also noted to myself that Saul must have been the man she described running into on her way to the masseur appointment.

At this, he walked over to my wife, stood behind her, and unzipped the back of her dress that I had just a few minutes previous had zipped up for her. The dress fell from her front revealing her nearly transparent bra to all of us in the room. Saul looked transfixed and I noticed Suzy wasn't blinking. Terence pushed the dress past Hannah's hips, causing it to fall to the floor, revealing her nearly transparent panties, along with her garter belt and hose.

"Now, I didn't mention to Hannah that I was going to show her to Saul this early in the evening, John. Just so you know. I wanted to do it earlier so that Saul would have the image of her naked body throughout our evening out."

I saw Hannah shiver at this thought, that Terence was making her exposure to Saul before spending time with him a source of recurring arousal. When exhibitionists flash someone, typically it's in a situation where their continued exposure to their targets is brief and likely not to be seen again. To be exposed and then forced to spend time with someone you're been exposed to is delicious in its naughtiness. The age gap between Hannah and Saul added a layer of taboo that also excited me. Saul was easily old enough to be her father or possibly even a grandfather.

Terence didn't stop by just showing her body to him in her underwear. He undid her bra and I watched as she submissively stood there without covering her breasts up. He followed this up by hooking his thumbs into the sides of her thong panties and pulling them down off of her sex.

Saul and Suzy both took in my wife dressed only in her garter belt, hose, and heels. To be honest, standing exposed like she was, framed in the remaining accessories, she looked like a high-class escort, a thought that sent a chill up my spine.

Terence whispered something in Hannah's ear. Her eyes went wide at first but then settled into a highly aroused heavy-lidded look. She nodded to him and then stepped forward to be standing just before Saul.

"Mr. Greenberg, would you like to touch my body? Anywhere except for my… pussy. It belongs to Terence."

The eroticism of this evening was already high for me after Terence stripped her in front of these two strangers. Her telling the pair of them that her pussy belonged to Terence while I was standing not five feet away was almost too much. I seriously nearly came in my suit pants without touching myself. I saw Terence smile at me, obviously catching the effect the actions were having on me. If I had any doubts that part of what he was getting out of this was the torture he was putting me through, that smile eliminated all doubt.

I could also see a flush go across Hannah's body. He was playing her like a fiddle and I'm certain her pussy was moistening significantly. He had pushed her far beyond her normal comfort zone and she was enjoying the embarrassment of his dominant command to expose and offer herself to him.

Saul seemed very controlled and respectful, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to touch my gorgeous nearly naked wife. His right hand moved up to her left breast. He was very gentle- he caressed lightly under her tit, feeling the softness of her skin and judging the heft of it. His fingertips slipped around the top of the breast and came down to skim her nipple. Hannah shivered visibly. I knew how sensitive her nipples are, so I had no doubt how much this was affecting her.

Without prompting, she moved to straddle him on her knees, putting her breasts a breath away from his face.

"If you want to lick my nipples, please feel free to."

Who was this woman in my wife's body? The vision of her essentially naked on the lap of this suited elderly executive was beyond hot.

Saul became less timid after her more direct offer. He recognized the dropping of her guard as a sign that he could get a little more aggressive with her.

He reached behind her, grasped both cheeks of her ass in his wrinkled hands, and squeezed her. He then leaned forward and took her right nipple into his mouth. Hannah moaned and glanced over to Suzy with a look I believed to be expressing some attraction. Hannah had never expressed to me any interest in other women, but I think this trip had exposed that there were many unspoken sexual desires we both hadn't shared with each other. They were mere inches apart and there was some definite electricity between them.

Saul's ministrations were driving her crazy. He moved to her left nipple and gave it the same treatment while continuing to squeeze her ass.

"Alright, alright, already. Damn, Hannah. Didn't I tell you she was hot Saul?" Terence interrupted their building fervor. "We're going to be really late to dinner."

Hannah smiled a sexy smile and kissed Saul on his forehead as she was extricating herself from his lap and grasp. She had to use her wrist to wipe away the kiss mark left due to her fresh lipstick. This caused her to giggle along with Suzy who also found the humor in it.

"Sorry to cut you short, Saul," Terence apologized.

Saul just laughed. "That's quite alright. I suspect we'd reached the limit of anything I was going to be able to do to that sweet Hannah of yours."

My brain pinged with the "sweet Hannah of yours" Saul had said. If I could go any deeper in my cuckspace I had yet to experience it.

Hannah had completed re-dressing except she still needed to be zipped up. Instead of coming to me, she went to Terence to do it. She did however give me a wink. I wasn't missing from her thoughts, but she was putting me second to Terence.

Saul straightened himself up and verified he was decent in the mirror. I noticed he intentionally looked at his crotch to, I'm assuming, make sure Hannah hadn't dripped vaginal juices on his suit pants.

Suzy came over to me. "Hey there."

It was such a casual thing to say after what she had just experienced.

"How in the world did you get involved in this?"

"Terence got the hotel to give him my phone number. He was inviting me just based on me being there the night they met. He didn't know about our talk last night. It made what he proposed a little easier of a sell," she said with a grin.

"Still want to get with my wife?" I joked.

"Like a million times more than before," she said with a slightly hoarse laugh. "But you know I'm here for you tonight, right?"

She said the last bit a little more seriously. Was she flirting with me?

"Yeah?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yeah," she confirmed with a sexy smile.

I glanced toward Hannah and saw that she was reapplying her lipstick in the bathroom vanity while discussing something with Terence. Terence smiled and stepped away.

"Alright people. Are we ready to head out?" Terence called out like a drill sergeant.

We paired up and joined Saul in the hallway as Terence closed the door to his room behind us.

We were quite the group in the elevator together. Hawaiian Suzy and me. Hannah and Terence. And elder executive Saul. I saw Hannah give a smile that was… nervous. It made me wonder if something they spoke about while she was fixing her makeup concerned her. Or was it seeing Suzy and me together as a 'couple’?

We quickly made the short trek from the elevator on the ground floor to the banquet hall. It was done up to the max. The company had spared no expense to make their last evening event a big deal. Gobo lights were flying logos for their company on the floor and ceiling. Balloon arches and streamers were everywhere. To keep with the Hawaiian theme, event folks were handing out high-end leis made with real flowers to those who wanted them. Suzy rolled her eyes a bit but, as I suspected she might be in some trouble if hotel management saw her out with us, she made no fuss.

I do have to say that my attraction to her when I met her while she was tending the bar was well deserved. Seeing how well she dressed up that night proved it. Of course, my noticing of her comeliness was fleeting in comparison to my attention on Hannah on Terence's arm. My wife was stunning and nearly every eye in the place, whether they belonged to men or women, was on Terence and Hannah. I realized quickly that Terence was to receive an award this evening as the top earner for the brokerage firm. Saul was to receive a 'lifetime' achievement award to mark the significant contributions he had made to the organization during his tenure there.

I quickly became a bit of a joke within the event as Saul would brag that Terence was so good he had landed a potential whale of a client while on this corporate retreat. The irony is that I, a humble musical composer for mid-tier television shows, and Hannah (who they didn't know was with me) was a teacher at a community college would be considered a potential big client was humorous in some regards. But it also put a big highlighter on the fact that this was a dream vacation for us that I had to put in nearly 20 extra hours a week for a couple of months to afford versus a trip Terence and Saul were gifted annually as a bonus for their performance. They could each probably pay for this trip out of their own pockets and consider it a rounding error. Would that realization come to Hannah and make Terence more attractive to her as a true replacement for me?

What's more, is that the humor the other brokers showed about the concocted story felt like they were laughing about the ludicrousness of the reality. Or that they knew he was cuckolding me.

Cuckold angst bubbled in my throat, saved only by Suzy asking me if I would take her out on the dance floor for a dance. I wasn't sure if she was just trying to get into the role as my date or if she saw the signs of my angst on my face. I followed her lead and took her in my arms for a slow dance.

She leaned in towards my ear and said, "Hey, are you doing ok?"

Obviously, she had seen me looking dismayed.

"Yeah. It's just. I wasn't prepared for all of this."

"You are playing a high-stakes game tonight. But Hannah loves you. I can tell. It might seem an odd comment with all I know and what I've seen between you two, but there is a strong link. Even if she's having some fun playing as if there isn't."

"So what about you. Why are you doing this?"

"I have my motivations. Chief among them is I like you. If I can help soften the sharp edges so it works better for you, that'll make me happy," she said softly.

I had to admit I was skeptical about her rationale, despite there being no good reason to doubt her.

"I should have said before now, but you look stunning tonight."

"'Bout time you noticed," she said jokingly but I saw the blush in her cheeks. She leaned in and gave me a soft peck on the cheek that made me even more interested in her lips.

We finished dancing to the song and made our way to our assigned table. We were set up at the table with Saul, Terence, and Hannah. I suspect someone got bumped to accommodate Suzy and me but never heard any specific grumblings. It felt like we were at the cool kid's table as nearly everyone at the banquet at some point made their way over to our table to congratulate Terence and Saul. The food was amazing for mass-produced banquet fare. The wine and liquor were top-shelf stuff.

I tried to get into the night for what it was and enjoy our front row seats to Terence sweeping Hannah off her feet. She seemed extremely smitten, full of NRE, and loved the attention. Terence was all over her right up to the edge of impropriety at a work function. Slightly more than chaste kisses. Hand on her exposed knee under the table, largely visible to me due to my seat placement. A couple of on the cusp of gropey dances on the dance floor. He was playing it smooth but making it known this woman with him excited him and that he would be enjoying her fully once back in his room.

As dinner was cleaned up, they began the awards ceremony. My jaw dropped open when an extremely famous comedian took the stage to open with some jokes and then serve as MC for the event. They must have dropped a cool million to get him to do this gig. There was an almost borderline joke about Saul Greenberg not possibly being a real name for a broker, that he had to be some kind of Jewish pre-constructed model broker. Saul found it hilarious though, so we all relaxed and joined in the laughter. He got to the stage and got choked up about his impending retirement and bragged about Terence's success and how he'd be leaving him in excellent hands. He also made a joke about Hannah, something to the effect that every girl Terence showed up with to these events seemed to be prettier than the last and how he'd hoped that he'd finally found the one to settle down with but as Hannah didn't know Terence's last name yet that he wasn't that hopeful. I was afraid Hannah would be mortified by that, but she laughed hard.

The comedian followed Saul, jokingly angry about Saul being way funnier than the comedian himself and he wouldn't have taken the gig if he knew he'd be upstaged by a guy named 'Saul Greenberg'. The place exploded in laughter. He followed it up with a callback to Saul's comment about Hannah, suggesting that he was sure the charges for her would end up in the same line item for him- 'entertainment'. This guy was calling my wife a whore. Terence laughed it off and Hannah was laughing as well, although shaking her head to indicate to all watching that was not the case.

The comedian then found himself in the awkward position of welcoming Terence to the stage for his award for Broker of the Year. The comedian wasn't a tall guy and when Terence came on stage to take the award the comedian go down on one knee as a joking display of submission. Terence laughed it off and took the award while helping the comedian back to his feet. He gave a short but excellent motivational speech to rally his co-workers and included a sincere desire to honor his mentor Saul by assisting the next generation of young hires in their company. He ended his speech by thanking the comedian for the good jokes and added that the funniest one he told was suggesting that he'd need to pay for a date. The comedian laughed and applauded the slapback which the whole audience enjoyed as well.

That wrapped the events and while some folks were going to keep the night going with the music to dance to and the open bars, Terence suggested that we could head out at that time without fuss.

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We headed back to the elevator and all got off on the top floor. Saul made his excuses to leave, telling us what a pleasure it was to meet us. He gave a kiss to Hannah on her cheek along with a whisper in her ear and then kissed Suzy on the cheek as well.

Terence opened the door and led Hannah in. I stepped aside to let Suzy in before me but she stopped short of entering.

"This is where I get off the ride as well, partner," she said in a mock cowboy accent.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yeah, what awaits you in there is for you and them alone. It was nice spending time with you. It would be nice to have the opportunity to spend some more time with you…"

She floated that last bit and I didn't understand what she meant. She might not have understood that this was to be our last night here, but I was suddenly afraid I might be missing something in the suite between Terence and Hannah so I didn't ask what she meant.

I went to give her a quick peck on her cheek but she moved slightly and we ended up lips to lips. It was still a quick peck between us, but I was certainly surprised and her eyes made it seem like it was entirely intentional.

"Umm, thanks for being with me tonight. You did make it easier," I said as I smiled at her.

She walked back towards the elevator and I found myself torn between seeing her go and heading into the suite. The latter won and I was rewarded for that to see my wife's dress fall to the floor again before me.

"Hi, babe. Did you have a nice time tonight?" she asked standing in her lingerie with Terence behind her. Her voice carried a slight tone of annoyance.

"Um, yeah. I mean, I could hardly take my eyes off of you."

"It sure looked like that wasn't much of an issue," she said, dripping in sarcasm.

I started to stammer and apologize, but Terence stepped in.

"It's ok Hannah. I asked Suzy to be here so that he'd be less of a third wheel and to make it easier for us to enjoy this evening with him as a witness. As far as I saw, your husband was a perfect gentleman with Suzy who merely played the role. He was watching you a vast majority of the time. I certainly have had several clients eye fuck my dates when we were out together, so it wasn't too unusual."

It felt weird having Terence step in to defend me and having Hannah angry at me. His words though did seem to calm her down, so I was thankful for that.

He began to rub up and down the sides of Hannah's body with his hands.

"So, how did you like being shown off to Saul like that?" he asked her with his mouth very close to her ear.

"It was… strangely hot."

"You have a bit of an old man fetish?"

Hannah groaned, "I… I didn't think so, but something about it… excited me."

"You would've fucked him if I told you to, wouldn't you?" he asked her.

Hannah looked up at me as she answered, "Yes. I wanted you to ask me to."

"I know," he replied to her. "But I wouldn't have done that. Remember, your pussy is mine."

"That's why I would have done it. If you told me to. When I thought you might, I got exciting thinking about what his dick looked like and how dirty it would have been to do in front of you, John, and Suzy."

Terence undid her bra as she said this and I could see how hard her nipples stood out.

"Heh. See now I'm regretting not having done that. To see Saul, who's like a second father to me, get his rocks off in your pussy would've been hot. Or maybe I would have given him your ass since your pussy is mine."

"Uuuuhhhh," Hannah moaned at the naughtiness of his statement.

"Hannah, tell him. It's time," he prompted her.

"What?" she seemed confused about what he wanted her to tell me.

Terence pulled down her panties again and reached from between her legs cupping her pussy with his hand.

"Oooohh," she said both in acknowledgment and a moan. "John, Terence owns my pussy."

I swallowed hard, "Yes, honey, I know."

"No, you don't understand… It's his completely tonight. I… didn't take my pill today. And I… I may have missed taking it yesterday. I'm likely still safe but… there's a higher possibility I'm not."

"What?!?" I exclaimed.

"That's ok, right? Doesn't it turn you on?" she asked with pleading in her eyes.

Did it? Of course. Did I want her to risk it? The reality presented before me sat bitterly in the back of my throat.

Sensing my indecision, she spoke up. "Well… You could always ask Terry to pull out. Terry, you'll pull out if John tells you to, right?"

"Well, I don't know… It is MY pussy, right? But you'd have to live with the consequences. And I promised John I wouldn't harm your relationship. How about this- I'll give you a warning when I'm about to cum. If you want me to pull out, John, just say so and I will. But if you say nothing…" Terence explained.

"He'll cum in me with less protection than usual. Babe, I'll be ok with whatever decision you make," Hannah said looking me right in the eye.

"Come here, John," Terence instructed me.

I came to stand before them. He had me sit in a chair and then bent Hannah over me. She put her hands on my shoulders and she grunted. He was penetrating her, bare, with her leaning on me for support. It occurred to me that he didn't seem to have the same difficulty entering her that he had when they first began fucking. She was accommodating his cock much easier.

Her face was inches from mine and he began pumping into her. He had lost his clothes at some point, so I saw his muscular chest over her shoulder. Taking my wife from me, like a conquering invader.

I looked into Hannah's eyes and saw love. Love for me. While it was a bit difficult as he was pounding her so hard, she took her right hand off my shoulder and caressed my cheek. She mouthed "I love you". I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Each thrust he gave her pushed her hard into my lips.

The truth was, I loved this. I loved her. I loved watching her take Terence's big cock. I loved that she was taking his black cock bare. I knew it was ridiculous to even consider letting him cum inside her. I felt like she was just toying with her fantasy and indulging in my interest in it. Heck, I didn't even know whether she had taken her pills or not. I couldn't imagine she really would be popping something as big as this up without a plan. We'd discussed our arousal around it but never made any decision.

The look on her face was of pure joy.

"You look so beautiful," I told her softly.

"I feel so good with him inside of me. He makes me feel so good," she moaned.

"I love that you're enjoying yourself. I don't want this to end for you."

"Baby, I love him owning my pussy," she told me, eyes smoldering.

"I know."

"I think you love him owning my pussy. That's your fantasy, isn't it?"

I had a hard time getting my words out. "Yes."

"He fucks me better than you. It only makes me love you more than you are willing to give this up, allowing me to feel this pleasure. And it turns me on to have him take it from you."

Now it was my turn to moan. I was still dressed and my pants were tenting. I felt harder than I ever have. She noticed as she looked down at my crotch.

"Take it out," she told me. He was pumping her so hard now it was getting more difficult for her to get the words out.

I unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. I pulled my pants and underwear down and my dick stood up facing her. She moaned again when she saw my erection, I'm sure it helped that he was screwing her so well with his big member.

"I want you to cum for me. Show me how much you love seeing him fuck me. Seeing him take my pussy from you."

I began rubbing myself as she asked me to. Her words stopped as what he was doing for her became too much. She still had both hands on my shoulders but now she had her head hanging down staring at me rubbing myself.

Her legs started trembling and I felt the need to use my extra hand to help hold her up but it was quickly clear that his hold on her hips was strong. Between her weight on my shoulders and him holding her, her feet left the ground for a minute as her orgasm overcame her.

"Goddamn, John. This pussy is so good. Why would you ever let me have it?" Terence called out.

"Take it, Terence. Take her pussy. Make her scream on your big black cock."

It was so stupid to be so fixated on the color of his skin. He was a good guy who happened to have a big cock that I had encouraged my wife to enjoy. Mere days ago I would never have thought we'd get here, with Hannah taking another man's cock into her. I desired to see it for years, but I was too ashamed to tell her. She had to find out on her own. She was thankfully not angry with me but turned on by it. And now, she was on the cusp of indulging not only in my fantasy but hers. Something dark she herself had never shared with me.

"That's what it's about, isn't it John? You want her to have my black seed, don't you?" Terence asked with laughter in his voice. Maybe mocking or perhaps he just found the situation humorous.

He knew what I wanted. I wanted it because I knew that's what she wanted. But I couldn't say it.

My dick did my talking for me. I came hard watching him fucking her up close. She looked up from my rapidly deflating penis, staring me in my eyes. It felt like she was daring me to allow him to finish in her.

"Here it comes, John. I'm about to cum. Your wife's pussy is so good. Do I need to pull out? She left it up to you, but you better make your decision fast."

Maybe my answer might have been different if I hadn't cum already. If I was still aroused, I don't think I would've stopped him.

"No, Terence. Don't cum in her. Please don't."

Terence did as I asked. He pulled out and bellowed as he came all over my wife's back and ass.

Hannah had a big smile. She kissed me hard and put her hands on the back of my head to hold me tight to her. Her reaction surprised me. Was this all a test? I was confused.

It was late but not so late. I knew the night was not over. I knew they'd want to have sex again since this was to be their last night.

Terence stepped away and got a towel to clean her back off. Her legs were weak so after he cleaned her, Terence and I helped her to the bed. He nodded toward her, encouraging me to join her. He stepped into the bathroom to I guess to clean himself up leaving us alone.

Hannah's eyes were partially closed and she seemed to be enjoying her post-orgasmic bliss.

"Are you good, babe?" I asked her.

"So good, honey. So good."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't say yes to him."

Her eyes opened wider and she smiled again. "Oh, hon. It's ok. It was crazy to even think it, right?"

"You didn't forget your pill yesterday, did you?"

"I don't know. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't."

She was still fucking with me. But I finally got it. It was Schrodinger's cat. It was hot not knowing if it was really a risk. I had to trust her to do what was right for us. It's not like there isn't a morning after pill now. She wasn't disappointed in my choice. I think in many ways, she was happy that I blocked her from taking that risk, that the decision was taken out of her hands. And my choice also meant I wasn't completely submissive which I believe turned her on as well.

Terence came back out of the bathroom and joined us on the bed, crawling in behind Hannah. She turned onto her back and he leaned in to kiss her. The pull in the pit of my stomach when they kissed lovingly hurt. But all the same, my dick started to harden.

Being so close as they did it made me feel like I was intruding on their intimacy. The idea of him taking her love from me along with the sex he was already taking was overwhelming. Having seen her on his arm so publicly at the banquet that night showed to me what they could be without me. I felt like her life could be altered in so many positive ways if she was with him.

I looked down and saw both of her hands wrapped around his cock. The fact that even with both of her hands on it there were still parts of it uncovered by her was staggering. How she fit that large of a cock into her just amazed me.

She saw me looking at them and what she was doing with his cock. She reached over and took my hand and pulled it so that I was also touching his cock. I have never in my life touched another man's cock before. Feeling it was odd. It was like feeling a much larger version of my own but I wasn't feeling the sensations I would feel if it was my own. I think she just wanted to share with me more than just the visual how much bigger he was than me.

I felt both their eyes on me but I just froze. I couldn't take my hand away, but I didn't want to be seen as wanting to give him pleasure. He was getting an erection again, but not from anything I was doing.

She moved my hand away and moved down the bed to take him into her mouth. She started with light kisses on the head and then began more contact by licking the length with her tongue. Her focus was solely on his cock. The idea of "cock worship" went through my head. She was worshipping his cock. It was so different than any oral sex she had given me. She almost seemed desperate to pleasure him through his cock.

He never really got bigger, just hardened. She seemed torn. I could see her going to town on it, maybe even wanting to have him cum in her mouth. She hadn't mentioned doing that for him as far as I could recall. But I know her. He pussy was aching to have him back inside of her.

She crawled up him and plunged her sex back down on him, impaling herself on his thick tool. I again marveled at how she could take all of him into her and at how little resistance there seemed to be after just two days of fucking him.

"Oh god, I love this, Terry. I love feeling you fill me up," she exclaimed.

"That's because it's my pussy, right Hannah?"

"Yes, yes. It's your pussy. All yours."

"Tell John. Tell him it's mine."

She almost looked startled. I think for a minute she had even forgotten I was there with them.

"Oh yes, John. This is Terence's pussy. He owns my pussy, baby."

I smiled. She told me that it was the stories I read that put the idea of saying that, of him "owning her pussy" in her head. But it had become the center point of this thing she had with him. She'd even taken to denying me access to her pussy to reinforce the whole "owning" idea. It drove me wild. The idea of another man possessing my wife's pussy, of me no longer having free access to it was hot. It made no sense, but there it was.

"I want him to own your pussy, Hannah. He deserves it by what he gives to you."

"Then, if he owns it baby… Tell him to cum inside of it this time," she was looking right at me as she continued to ride on top of his cock. That big, black, fertile cock.

"You want his cum baby?"

"I do. I've had it before and I need it. I need it even if I'm not safe anymore. And you want me to have it. Don’t you. Tell Terence you want me to have his cum."

I clenched my teeth. My will was slipping and she was playing my fantasies like a harp. My cock was fully hard again. I hadn't released myself yet, so I was thinking with my dick and not my head. I DID want to see him cum in her again. I DID want his cum in her less-than-fully-protected womb. I had visions of her with his black baby, of people seeing her cradling it to her as she fed it from engorged breasts. I saw them whispering and pointing at me. If she had his baby why would she still even want or need me?

Meanwhile, she kept riding him while watching me. Waiting for an answer. She was showing off now after having seemed to have forgotten me before. I wanted to make her happy. I know she wanted me to say yes. Or I think she did.

But I just couldn't. The idea was insanely hot to me, but my head screamed that we would be playing with fire.

My dick was so hard, but somehow my mind remained clear.

"We can't. Please don't," I said strained.

She smiled at me as she kept riding him. She reached over to take my hand in hers. She leaned over Terence, continuing to work her pelvis up and down. I loved the sight of her breast hanging under her. Terence apparently did as well as his hands came up to caress them, thumbs grazing over her erect nipples. This sent her over the top and she had to release my hand to use it along with her other one on his chest to not collapse from the intensity of her orgasm. I again had to recognize that she never came that intensely during our sex. Maybe when I was pleasuring her orally, but this was full on body tremors.

He kept fucking her through the orgasm, taking over the motion she had been making happen between them. It seemed to extend the orgasm she was having and that drove him to the edge. I expecting him to last longer due to having cum so recently, but perhaps our talk and her intense orgasm spurred him on.

"Here I cum!" he yelled and, in one swift motion, pulled her off of his cock as it spurted in wide arcs in the air, landing across her ass and on her outer lips. They were making out next to me again as his semen dripped down off of her ass. It looked like it was drawn to her pussy as it ran along the crack towards her slit.

I grabbed the towel she had used earlier and tried my best to clean her, trying not to rub it in but to wipe it up and away. I even cleaned his softening cock so that residual sperm wouldn't be sitting against her body. They seemed to not care or notice, lost into each other as they were.

My heart was aching with angst already and then it was struck with the final shot.

"Oh god, Terry. I love what you do to me. I love how you make me feel… I love you."

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[Bomerang43]

VERY HOT chapter!!!!!!! Thanks. Can you add rimjob parts too please for her being submissive?

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Welcome to the forum Bomerarng43.

[DarrenZ]

Chapter 15

Suddenly, I found it hard to breathe. My wife had just told her love of just three days that she loved him.

This all started because my wife found my search history that I actively read hotwife/cuckold stories. She read them to understand why I might like them so much and not only found the idea enticing but decided to reward my surprise of this dream vacation with an experiment to fulfill my desires.

It had been fun if confusing few days, but it always felt safe. A dabble into hotwifing. Only now, I was well and truly a cuckold. My stomach dropped out, my heart hurt, yet my penis was again gaining hardness.

Hannah and Terence were kissing. He didn’t miss what she said. He seemed to really like hearing her say this to him. Was he playing me all along? The night before felt like he was showing Hannah what it would be like to be his woman and have me set to be distracted by Suzy. Pawned off. As she passed my thoughts, I was reminded of her comment that confused me. That she hoped to have an opportunity to get to know me better. What did it mean?

I saw Terence whisper something to Hannah and she climbed off of him and laid back on the bed. Terence rolled to the opposite side of the bed.

“Babe, come over here,” she said to me, shocking me out of my internal dialogue.

I went to her and sat on the edge of the bed, almost afraid of overcommitting and being rejected. By my own wife.

“No babe, come here. Get on me.”

I did as she asked.

“I know that might have been shocking to hear. I’m sorry if it hurt you. I promise my love for you has not diminished in the least. I just… found something in me that Terry is unlocking. Like a whole new part of my heart that could handle loving more. Does that make sense?”

“I guess.”

“Babe, are you doing ok?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s been challenging. But you seem to be enjoying yourself so much.”

“Oh, I am. But listen, I want to be with my husband now. You seem up to it. Do you want to be in me?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“Good,” she said, smiling at me.

I started to move to enter her and she stopped me.

“Honey, are you forgetting something?”

“What?”

“You need to ask Terence… for permission.”

I was shocked. But… it drove me crazy.

“Ummm, Terence… are you ok with me… having sex with Hannah?”

Terence snickered. “Yeah, John. Of course man. She’s your wife after all.”

It was so humiliating.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” she smiled at me. It was patronizing. I don’t think she meant to be, but it still bothered me.

But I didn’t hold back.

I pushed into her and… it felt different. I’m not suggesting that Terence had physically stretched my wife’s vagina, but there was a feeling of… openness.

She was staring straight at me and I could see a questioning look in her eyes. She wanted to see my reaction, to judge if I noticed a difference.

“Tell me what you feel.”

“He’s been in you. I can tell.”

She nodded knowingly. “I will always love you, now and forever. But hon, seriously, his cock is soooo good. I don’t know how I’m going to quit it.”

“All this is tearing me up. All those fantasies had been rendered into reality. I’m worried I’m not strong enough for it. But at the same time, feel me. I’ve never been harder. Seeing you with him… you’re so beautiful and it’s so obvious how much pleasure he’s giving you. I love it for you.”

She kissed me hard as we continued to thrust into each other.

Then she whispered into my ear, “Don’t cum inside me, OK? I want to be with him again. Since this is our last night…”

I stared into her eyes. It was so overwhelming. The love for her mixed with the humiliation. I’d lost control over my wife’s sex. I was happy for her and frustrated all the same. My only solace was that tonight would be it for them.

I increased my pace, trying as best I could to deliver anywhere near the kind of pleasure she got from him.

And then I knew I was close. For half a second I considered staying inside, taking back my wife’s sex. But that was never really going to happen.

I pulled out and grabbed my dick. I finished myself off and came all over her stomach. She was smiling up at me. I felt it was a combination of love with a tinge of smugness.

I grabbed the towel I had cleaned them off with earlier and used it to clean off her stomach. It wasn’t lost on me that my actions were to prepare her for him again.

I noticed Terence come out of the bathroom. I had been so into her I had missed his absence. He walked in so casually naked, his large member hanging down his thighs and moving in reaction to his steps.

“How was that, my friend? Did she still feel like your wife?”

“Umm, yeah,” I said, not altogether convincingly.

Hannah chuckled at this.

"Babe, I know we said you should be present for the whole night tonight, but as this will likely be the last time he and I will be intimate, would you mind leaving us in the bedroom for while? Just so we can say goodbye properly?" Hannah asked me.

I thought about her request. It seemed fair and innocent enough. But then I thought about what has been floated out this evening. That Hannah is potentially less than fully protected, that she had forgotten to take her birth control for potentially two nights. I'd think I was silly to worry about this, but it hit me- she had just requested that I not cum inside of her. She said it was so that she'd still be fresh for Terence. But, what if… Would my wife, with her admitted fantasy of being impregnated by a black man, risk it all this evening? Were her now professed feelings of love for him be even more of a reason to let fate decide? I had twice this evening prevented him from cumming inside of her. They both heeded my request even though it felt like neither of them wanted to stop. Was this an intentional setup to remove me as a barrier to their completion of this most illicit desire fulfilled?

The pit that I felt in my stomach told me to stop this from happening. But something else encouraged me to ignore my gut. Had her desires intermixed to become my own? Did I, deep down, really want her to risk this ultimate step in cuckolding me?

"OK, honey," I said to her. I delivered a single, sweet kiss and then walked out the bedroom door and closed it behind me.

I wanted… I wanted her to be willing to risk it. I wanted her to be so into it that she’d go against what she thought my wishes were. I couldn’t say that I wanted it. But I did. Fuck, I really did. I almost went back in and just admitted it to her. But I didn’t.

Tomorrow was check-out from this resort and our planned move to the island of Kauai. It would be just us again. But I didn’t want it to end. It was what I always dreamed it would be. More intense, more torturous. The joy I got to witness my beautiful Hannah experience was so fulfilling. The feeling that I felt having another man take her from me, was exquisite. I loved the feeling.

After jerking off one more time while just barely hearing her moans in the other room, I ended up passing on the couch.

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I woke up and wasn’t sure how long it had been. It was beginning to get light out. Our hotel was facing westward, so the sunrise wasn’t piercing our oceanside view. But I could tell it was early morning.

I looked over and saw the bedroom door had been cracked open. One of them had looked in on me at some point. I walked silently towards the opened door and peered in.

Hannah was still naked and was wrapped in his arms. They were beautiful together. I found my phone in my pants pocket and went back to the doorway. I snapped a picture of them together. Of everything I saw this entire trip, this was the thing that hurt most. She looked like she belonged to him.

I left them and went back and began getting dressed. I heard a stirring and some whispering. They were awake now.

A few minutes later, Hannah came to the door wrapped in a sheet from the bed.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hi.”

“Are you ok?” she asked tentatively.

“Yes. Absolutely. You?”

“Oh yeah. For sure. What time is it?”

I had recently checked my phone. “It’s nearly 8.”

“Our check out is 10, right?”

“Yeah. I’d ask for a late checkout, but we’d have trouble making our flight if we delay.”

She nodded. “Right, of course. I’ll get dressed and we can get to the room to finish packing.”

There was a pause like she was trying to figure out how to say something.

“Honey… I-“

“-wait. You don’t have to say it. We can talk later. Say your goodbyes and let’s go. Ok?”

She smiled sweetly and nodded. “Ok. I love you, John. Somehow my repaying you for this trip has been something else for me, hasn’t it?”

I smiled back at her. “I’m sure it hasn’t sucked for you.”

She giggled and turned to go back into the bedroom, closing the door slightly behind her without closing completely.

I continued prepping myself to head back to our room. I picked up her discarded dress and underwear. I heard more whispering. And kissing.

“I’ll miss you,” I heard Hannah say.

I couldn’t quite make out his reply.

Hannah came out shortly afterward with the sheet still around her and an envelope in her hand.

She blushed a bit as she walked by me. I couldn’t help but notice she was covering herself up from me, her husband. Was the act of separating from her lover enough to entice feelings of embarrassment for her actions of the past few days? And I wondered what was in the envelope.

I had to ask. “What’s that?”

“I’m not sure. He said we should read it together in our room.”

The mystery of the envelope intrigued me, but not enough to distract me from the goal of leaving. I handed her her clothing. She turned away from me to dress. Again, seemingly uncomfortable with being naked in front of me all of the sudden.

Or… was she hiding something? Was she afraid of allowing me to see the traces of his seed trickling from her sex?

She got dressed fast and gathered herself up for our mutual walk of shame to our room.

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Once in our room, she went to take a shower. I half expected her to close the door after she started the shower, but instead, she pulled me into the bathroom and started undressing me.

We got into the shower together and I was trying not to look her over. I didn’t want her to feel like I was investigating her.

“I know I’ve said it several times, but John, I love you. I know we played a game with him and it was done to play up your cuckold fantasies. I thoroughly loved having sex with him but I am sure that I love you and I am even more excited about spending the rest of my life with you.”

Her words meant a lot to me and believed them unreservedly. I couldn’t resist asking more though.

“You did tell him you loved him.”

“I did and… I do. I fell in love with him. It’s hard to explain, but I can only tell you it’s a very different kind of love.”

“Ok… I’m not sure what that means.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I hope that hearing that, me telling him that I loved him didn’t hurt you to hear.”

“No. I mean, yeah, but I can’t explain my feelings about it much better than you can explain what you’re saying about loving him a different way. I can tell you that seeing you with him was probably the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my life.”

She kissed me softly.

“Part of what I loved so much about the experience was doing it for you. Performing for you.”

I nodded. I could understand that.

“Did you… did you end up letting him cum in you?”

She nodded solemnly but then broke into a smile.

“John, I never skipped my pills.”

“What?!”

“Honey, I told you the truth about my college scare. Yes, it turned me on in a weird way, and yes your cuckolding fetish reignited my excitement about it, but the other half of my scare was me practically puking at the thought. Motherhood itself frightens me. Thinking about having a mixed-race child that isn’t my husband’s would be… well, it would be a big freakin deal.”

“But Terence-“

“-was in on it. You really think he’d want to have a love child with some crazy white lady he just met, let alone a married one with a husband that didn’t necessarily approve?”

“Oh. Well, duh… when you put it that way. But…”

“What?”

“I sort of found myself wanting you to do it anyway. Is that messed up?”

She looked at me and I saw arousal in her heavily lidded eyes.

“Oh fuck, don’t tell me that honey. You’re supposed to be the firewall against me doing something insane.”

“So, deep down, you wanted to risk it with him, didn’t you?”

It felt safe talking this openly since their time together was over.

“Yeeeesssss,” she hissed at me, getting weak in the knees. “Each time he came in me, a thrill tingled through my body. I’d think, ‘what if the pill didn’t work.’ It made my orgasms that much stronger.”

“If you had more time with him, I’d probably encourage you to risk it. I’m so weak.”

“No. You’re strong. You’re saying that you’d love and support me no matter what. Even if I gave in to my baser instincts. It’s more than just wanting to mate with him because he’s black, you know…”

“It’s because he’s a better man than me?”

“No, not a better man. But a superior mate. You get the difference, right?”

I nodded because I got what she was saying. It was pretty plain to see. I thought of the picture I took that morning and I began to get hard again.

“The denial stuff was hot. Even last night, when you let me inside you again, telling me not to cum inside you.”

Susan blushed. “Yeah. I just… wanted to reconnect with you and not make you feel so left out. But no, I didn’t want you to cum in me. That was just for him. And it was sort of like… punishment for not letting him cum in me before. God, that sounds so bad.”

“It does. But damn, it’s hot. Nothing about it makes sense, however, it was so exciting. Especially when I thought you were really unprotected.”

“You know I was also jealous of the attention you were getting from Suzy, right? She is very pretty. I could see you liking someone who looks like her.”

Now it was my turn to blush. “She is a beautiful woman. I would never trade her for you. Not in a million years. It would be tempting if I couldn’t have you though.”

Susan kissed me. “No more denial, babe. I’m fully yours again. Whatever you want from me, ok? Let’s get out of this shower. I’m starting to prune up and we have to get going.”

We kissed and then she turned off the showerhead. I handed her a towel and took in her body again as she dried off.

“Come on, lover boy. We’ve got to hurry now.”

Looking over at the table by the door I saw the envelope Terence had given her. Curiosity got the better of me.

“Oh, we forgot. What’s in the envelope?”

Hannah wrapped the towel around her and opened the envelope, revealing a short, hand-written letter. She began to read it out loud.

“Dear Hannah and John, The past few days have been amazing. John, your love for your wife is obvious and I am so appreciative of your kindness in graciously allow us to be together.
Hannah, I have fallen hard for you, my love. I would gladly take from you anything you are willing to give me. I’d love to explore what we’ve begun further. To that end, if you and John wish to extend this experience, I have made arrangements to upgrade your suite in Kauai. If you give the word, Suzy and I would both join you for your stay there. My proposal is for us to take this to the next level. Hannah, you will travel as mine. We will be the couple for all other eyes. John, Suzy will play the part of your blushing bride. She will share your room, Hannah will share mine. For just three more days. If you agree to this, text me as soon as you decide so Suzy and I can meet you at the airport. Otherwise, enjoy the upgrade suite together and know that you have made a significant impact on my heart. With the deepest respect, Terence.”

“Fuck…” was all I could say.

“Yeah. Oh my.”

We stared at each other. Neither of us knew what to say. I suspected Hannah was very interested in his proposal but didn’t want to admit it. I was torn. The whole thing had reached such heights already. All of my fantasies had been maa de reality. But never had I considered what going further would mean. And how had he gotten Suzy to agree to come? Was that what she meant last night about getting more time to get to know each other? Surely that meant Terence had already set this up.

“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted.

Hannah bit her lip, then broke her silence. “I want to do whatever you want to do.”

“That’s a bit of a cop-out, don’t you think?”

Hannah nodded, admitting I was right. “I know. It’s just… I had wrapped my head around it being over and I was already mourning the… loss.”

Her words hit hard. Her thinking of no longer being with him in that way was tough to process.

“But it certainly seems enticing. I’m not sure I get the point of including Suzy.”

“I guess it will look like two friendly couples instead of being so blatantly odd, just being the three of us. Like last night at the awards event.”

“Why would Suzy want to do this, though?”

“Is it so unlikely that she might be a little into me?” I said a little more harshly than I intended.

“Oh no, no, I didn’t mean it like that, babe. Of course, it's likely. It’s highly likely,” she said expressing sincere regret at the implication of her earlier words. “It’s just that it is a big deal to take time off work and fly to another island with a married man in such circumstances, don’t you think?”

I nodded, seeing her point. “Sure. But it’s getting late. I’m guessing we need to make a decision soon if we want to take him up on his offer. Hannah, tell me honestly- Do you want to have more time with him?”

With very little hesitation she replied, “Yes.”

“Even if that means something could happen between Suzy and me?”

She bit her lip again. “Yes, I guess. Do you think that’s really a possibility?”

“I don’t know. But if it isn’t, why else would she be willing to come?”

“I don’t know that I like that. This wasn’t part of the fantasy for either of us.”

“I know. It’s not something I would have pursued, I swear. But I can’t lie that with how worked up all of this gets me I might be sorely tempted. Does that make me an asshole?”

“No. No, it doesn’t. I mean, I’ve probably fucked Terry ten times at this point. In three days! I’d be the asshole if I said you can’t do anything with her.”

“So, we’re doing this?”I asked her.

“I… I want to. Fuck, I’m getting wet again just thinking about it. I’m such a dirty slut now,” she said with a laugh.

“My dirty slut, Mrs. Steward. Or should I call you Mrs. Wright?”

“Oh fuck, stop it. Jesus, I better text him. Hurry up and get dressed and packed. We have to get going and I’m starving.”

"Anything goes?" I asked her.

"Anything goes."

[eater]

That's not. Thanks for the story

[subtoall]

As Cole Porter once suggested, whatever you like...nobody will oppose. And God knows, anything goes.

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UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF SUPER HOT!!!!!

What a pity she was taking the pills though....

[DarrenZ]

UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF SUPER HOT!!!!!

What a pity she was taking the pills though....

“If you had more time with him, I’d probably encourage you to risk it. I’m so weak.”

[eater]

Hot story. Glad you are continuing. I'm enjoying your humiliation but the pregnancy thing is a step to far for me.

[OOAA]

UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF SUPER HOT!!!!!

What a pity she was taking the pills though....

“If you had more time with him, I’d probably encourage you to risk it. I’m so weak.”

Uffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff I know, I know, my friend....

SUPER HOT!!!



It was the thought came to my mind when first reading it (yes first reading it, cause my favourite stories I like to read them several times ) ... and later on I realised there could be more action forward...